Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Violet Eyes ❯ Chapter Seven: You Cannot Hide ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß Kreuz. I probably never will, no matter what I do. <sobs>

Author's Note: It's a late update, I know that. That's because I didn't like the beginning of this chapter. To be perfectly honest with you, I think the first bit of this chapter sucks. But I had to write it nonetheless. The story would be incomplete without it. :S

I hope you like the rest of the chapter, though. At least I do… after Aya finally stops thinking. Anyway, have fun reading it.

Summary: Ran's sister, Aya, gets ill after their parents have died in an accident. But no doctor in Torlossen can help Aya. So Ran decides to undertake a journey through the Stolen Land to Onafross, in hope the doctors there can help him. Will he ever get through the Stolen Land alive?

Warnings: R, Hentai, Alternate Universe, Yaoi

Pairings: So far only Yohji/Aya(Ran)

Character's thoughts

//…// = telepathy

Chapter Seven: You Cannot Hide

I didn't know how long I had run or what time it was. I had no idea if it was morning, afternoon or night. I eventually reached a point where I couldn't remember where I was, who I was or why I was running. All I knew was the brief contact with the ground and the long stretching seconds in the air. I had the feeling I was flying.

I finally came to a halt, because my body refused to move on. The sun was almost at its highest point. That would mean I had run for more than twelve hours. Yet I didn't feel any kind of exhaustion or fatigue. I was a little out of breath, but after a minute, my breath was deep and even again.

I sank down on the ground, leaning against one of the many trees, enjoying the silence and the sound of my own heartbeat for a while. But now I was resting, my mind started to work again as well and all the events of last night came back to me. The attack, the use of the Eldur, Yohji's sacrifice…

Yohji!

With a shock I realised I hadn't thought of the blond since I had escaped. The tall, easy-going, joking, handsome guy Yohji had been, had offered himself to the Unseen to save my life. My life. The blond was dead; there was no doubt about that. I had seen them, with their claws.

Claws made to kill.

I suppressed the urge to cry. There was no point in crying about something I couldn't change. But I couldn't help that my anger and sadness grew in my heart as I slowly realised another person I liked had died because of me. The worst thing was, I had never told Yohji I liked him. Yohji could be annoying and he had been perhaps a bit too talkative, but he had always been friendly. And it had been his friendliness that made me like him.

"Damn you," I muttered, tightening my clenched fists. "Bastards. I'll kill you all. I won't stop until every single one of you is dead. Damn you… Damn you… DAMN IT!!!" I let myself fall forward on the grass, burying my head in my arms, crying at the loss of a friend. Crying for all the misery I had brought to others. Crying, because I knew it had been my fault in the first place all along and that the feeling of guilt wouldn't go away until I was dead.

Slowly, the weeping subsided to a desperate sobbing. Self-control took over from guiltiness and sadness and the dense feeling in my head started to become less, making it possible to think again. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and wiped my face clear with a sleeve.

It was then I noticed I couldn't see my arm.

Startled, I stared at where my mind told me my arm was, although all my eyes registered was grass, flowers and trees. I raised my other arm, to notice it was also invisible. Fear and fascination fought together inside me as I got up and stared at the rest of my body. Everything had turned invisible. I had turned invisible. Like the Unseen, I had become Unseen too. That had been the gift from Yohji. He knew the Unseen were after me and he knew I could never pass through the Stolen Land on my own.

I raised my head towards the sky, where all souls were supposed to gather after death, and silently thanked Yohji for his generous gift. I didn't know if he could hear me, but it was all I could do.

* * * * * * *

After I had rested for a while, just relaxing in the soft grass and trying to forget what had happened only a few hours ago, I continued my search to Onafross. I had no map or compass and Yohji couldn't help me anymore. But I knew Onafross lay somewhere north, so all I had to do was to follow the stars. The hours I spent alone at home had given me enough time to learn that kind of things.

I had taken just a few steps when I realised I missed something. My sword! When Yohji had pushed me through the window, I had no time to grab my sword. It should be still in the wayhut - the Koneko - if those creatures hadn't taken it away after they had slaughtered Yohji. I hesitated. I could go back, trying to find the remnants of the Koneko, but…

…I had no idea which direction I had come from

I stared around me, only to find out every direction looked the same. No matter where I looked, grass and tall trees covered everything. I knew I hadn't come from the north. After all, the place I wanted to go to lay north. But I started to doubt about that. Surely, Yohji had taken me towards Onafross, but in my fright, I could've run into any direction.

I decided not to waste any time on searching for the remnants of the Koneko, but to head on north. I was invisible, so I didn't need to worry that anyone could see me and attack me. Besides, I wasn't completely defenceless. If I could handle a sword without trouble, I could do the same thing with a wooden stick. And there were trees enough.

I picked up the first wooden stick I encountered that seemed strong enough to me. Another advantage came almost immediately. As long as it didn't have to serve as a weapon, I could use it as a walking stick. This might prove to be handier than a sword.

I continued my journey, quickening my pace and paying little attention to the forest. I wanted to absorb myself in exhaustion, preventing my mind from thinking too much. It wasn't that easy. I wasn't quite accustomed yet to being invisible and there was this guilt gnawing inside me that I couldn't ignore.

Another question came to me, one I almost dared not to think about. If I was invisible, how was I supposed to draw attention? How could I hope to explain my sister's situation if no one could see me? Yohji's spell would guide me safely through the Stolen Land, and probably back as well, but it had no use since I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone.

Desperation and disappointment filled my heart. Everything would be useless. I could just as well quit this journey and go back home. I couldn't help my sister. I couldn't help anyone. I existed only to cause death and destruction. There was no way I could find salvations I had been looking for.

Then it seemed as if Yohji spoke to me. I could clearly hear his voice in my mind. It was impossible, of course, but I had seen enough things that were impossible, I didn't care. Impossible or not, the words gave me back my optimism. "Trust me," he said and I did that. After all, I had no reason anymore not to trust him. Yohji had protected me and helped me. He had guided me through the Stolen Land before the Unseen attacked us and he had sacrificed his live to save me.

I trusted him.

Feeling relieved and ensured, I walked on, loosing myself in the dark forest of the Stolen Land, unwanted and unseen.

* * * * * * *

Days passed on and I had still found no trace of the wayhut. I decided I wouldn't think about it too much, even though I missed my sword. There was nothing I could do about it, except for leaving it behind.

I still feared the night, although the fear had become remarkably less since the first night I spent in the Stolen Land. I knew I was invisible, but it took quite a bit longer to get used to it. I had no idea how long I would remain invisible, but to help it a bit, I spiced my meat with the Eldur flower. Even if it didn't work, it made my meat a lot tastier.

Slowly, the seasons changed as well and the weather turned worse. When I left Torlossen to find a cure for my sister, it had been early summer. Now, the last summer days gone, autumn took over the country and I found myself often shivering under a tree, waiting for the rain to pass.

It happened during one of these days. I had found a cave for shelter and I tried to build a fire to warm myself. That didn't really succeed, since my fingers were completely numb and the wood was wet.

As I struggled with the wet wood for a fire, I suddenly became aware of someone looking at me. I froze and looked up, but I could see no one. Thinking I had imagined it, I shrugged and continued with my struggle.

The feeling, however, remained and it really started to get on my nerves. To get rid of the feeling, I got up and walked to the opening. Despite the thick haze caused by the rain, I could clearly see an orange spot against a green background. The rest was dissolved in the rain and I couldn't see who it was or what it was. But looking at the orange spot alone made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

If that's a person, it can only be that telepath. But how did he get here? Besides, if he's really that telepath, why doesn't he attack me?

I knew the answer, or at least I could guess the reason. Telepath or not, I was still invisible and no one could see me. Not even I could see myself. Reasoning further, I came to the conclusion that, if no one could see me, it had no use for this guy to look for me. With other words, what I was looking at was nothing more than a group of orange flowers. I tried to frighten myself with paranoid thoughts.

I turned back to the pile of wood and struggled further with my fire.

When I looked the next morning at the same hill, there was nothing to be found of orange flowers or orange-headed guys.

* * * * * * *

From that day on, I began to see more often orange spots in the countryside. Sometimes it was against a hill, like I saw on the first day, on other times, I perceived an orange glimpse between the trees. It was always too far away to see who or what it really was.

It clearly seemed to follow me, even though I was completely invisible. It scared me, because I didn't knew if it could see me and how it could see and I had no idea what it wanted from me.

Slowly, I grew accustomed to it, like I'd grown accustomed to the presence of the Unseen. I travelled on, watching autumn changing into winter as I went north.

It became difficult for me to warm myself. Dry wood had become scarce and there weren't many shelters in this part of the country. I tried to find the Eldur flower, which still grew despite the winter and snow, and mixed the crushed leaves with water, like Yohji had done with the sour milk. The spicy, sweet taste of the Eldur flower gave me energy and a warm feeling in my stomach. It was a pity the feeling remained only for a short period and I started shivering again when it had left me.

* * * * * * *

One day, when the blizzards had become even worse and the snow was literary blocking my view, an unpleasant surprise came to me. I was somewhere on a mountain, I had lost every sense of feeling and I had no idea whether I was still in the Stolen Land or if I had reached Onafross already.

As I stood there, half-dead by cold, a voice suddenly said to me, //Hello, my kitten.//

I froze on the spot and I got it even colder by hearing that voice, the voice I had hoped I'd never hear it again. I knew I hadn't imagined it. This could mean only one thing.

He was back.

My mind reeled in panic, but I told myself firmly this was not the time for childish behaviour. Even though I didn't have my sword and I had lost my wooden stick ages ago, I would not run away. I would not behave like some coward. If I did that, I might as well kill myself, because I didn't want to embarrass my younger sister for having a coward as a brother.

//Surprised to see me?// the voice continued. //You shouldn't be. I've been following you for months. You thought you could hide yourself, didn't you? But you can't cover your mind. You cannot hide yourself from me.//

My mind… He's a telepath… He can just read my mind! Shit, why haven't I thought of that before?

//Yes, a telepath. I see you've found out what I am. But, please, don't give me too much credit. I'm just a simple mind reader with a few other talents.// Before I realised what he was doing, a fluffy orange spot came to me, a fist ready to punch me. My instinct was ready to block it, but my body clearly wasn't. I staggered back when his fist hit me in my stomach. I slipped over an icy part, lost my balance, and fell on my back.

He hovered above me and I looked up at his deep blue eyes. He smirked at me, triumphantly, even victoriously, as if he had already won the battle. I clenched my teeth and struggled to get up on my feet.

"You intend to go on?" he asked amused. It must've looked ridiculous, of course. I stood there, shivering, unarmed and unable to defend myself. How did I plan to defeat him?

But I would do it, or at least give it a good try. I took a step forward and suddenly I had my sword back in my hands. I couldn't see it, but I could feel its grip and I knew this was my chance to defeat him.

I raised my sword, aiming at his chest, but before I could strike at him, my head was filled with pictures of my sister, dead or unconscious, lying in bed and even though she didn't move, even though she had her eyes closed, she managed to give me a look that made me feel guilty.

The telepath tried to take over my mind, but he tried it in the wrong way. The look of my sister made me stronger and it reminded me of my goal - and the reason why I shouldn't fail. While the guy before me continued with his actions, anger built up slowly inside me and took me over.

I had no memories of what happened next. It seemed as if I had risen from my body and I watched down on the orange hair of the telepath and the red blurry ball that raged towards him and destroyed him.

All together, it took perhaps a few moments, but they seemed to stretch on and on. I watched how the orange ball fell to the ground, where it lay for a few seconds before it was lifted up by the wind and carried away like a sheet of paper.

With a gasp, I returned to my back and I staggered. Something was wrong. My whole body ached and I had the feeling I tried to crawl out of my skin. I sank on my knees, no longer worrying about telepaths or ill sisters, and grasped the snow before me. The whole world spun around me and I lost contact with the ground.

I fell and fell, on and on, into a deep black hole with an end.